The Wistful Mirror

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The road to the northern frontier was not a path but a scar, a jagged tear in the green face of the world that bled mud into our boots and doubt into our hearts as we trudged forward with the heavy, wet weight of our armor pressing down on our shoulders like the hand of a god who had forgotten how to be kind. We were a company of twelve, once, though now the number felt less like a count and...

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